Jilted Mechanic? The Underworld Boss's Queen!

Author: Barr Wettlaufer

Chapter 1

Word Count: 870 | Released on: Today at 19:42

ley

, right there

was the rhythmic, agonizing squeak

s, my father's legacy, feeling every dr

ated my masterpiece-the custom Harley I'd spen

esident of his club, was tangled up with Roxanne "Roxy" Schneide

his favorite glazed donuts-our unspoken weekend tradition. Now,

over the gas tank, and Declan's club cut-the leather vest symbolizing his power-was crumpled beneath

ezing, bone-piercing rage that shot stra

ash, and recorded thirty full seconds of

el toolbox nearby. Without a second of hesitation, I lifted m

NG!

l screws, wrenches, and sockets exploded a

part like frightened stray dogs, fr

aught, only the blind fury of having his fun interr

ping with contempt and provocation. "Oh, poor little thing. Did we interrupt you

on "The Phoenix," now stained with their sweat and fluids. This was

he motorcycle and pulled a f

clan roared, putting up a tough fron

ee and, with practiced, surgical precision, plunged the kni

ly, drowning the phoenix I had painstakingly airbrus

f warm donuts into the puddle o

the two of you. A p

hrieks, I turned and strode out into the night. I, Harley

fire in my chest. The garage was tainted, and m

down trailer, instantly assaulted by the

plastering a fake, anxious look on her fac

sharks, and the debt was due. The price to clear i

rayal I had just witnessed merged with the pure absu

icious, echoing slap right acros

me?!" I gritted out, every

ing zero shame. Instead, she s

s to pay off my debt such a big deal? You're a little biker bitch anyway, stop ac

the tool belt on the wall, turned, and smash

ed, sending glass shards a

r. I looked at her like she was already a corpse. "Why don't you se

ped the wrench, slammed the door, an

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Barr Wettlaufer Romance

“I spent a whole year building a custom motorcycle from the ground up, a masterpiece meant to bring glory to my boyfriend's motorcycle club. But when I brought him his favorite donuts to surprise him, I caught him and the club's golden-haired princess having sex right on top of my bike. Instead of feeling guilty, he was furious that I had caught them. "Harley? What the fuck are you doing here?" he roared. "Oh, poor little thing. Did we interrupt you?" the princess giggled, pulling his leather cut over her bare chest. When I fled back home, my own mother didn't comfort me. Instead, she told me she had sold me to a loan shark for a night to pay off her debts. In a single night, the man I loved defiled my life's work, and the mother who raised me treated me like a cheap piece of meat to be traded. I didn't scream or cry. The betrayal was so deep it went past feeling, leaving behind a pure, freezing rage. Why should I be the one to suffer while they took over the garage my father left me? I pulled out my knife, plunged it into the bike's fuel line, and tossed the donuts into the spreading puddle of gasoline. I was done being their victim. I was going to walk into the darkest bar in the city, find the deadliest predator in the state to be my shield, and take back my empire.”